The improved female villains regained their memories.

Fusu glanced at Yang Pingsheng one last time, his eyes seeming to hold a thousand unspoken words, but ultimately it all turned into a soft sigh. He patted the spirit beast's neck, turned, and left. The sound of the spirit beast's hooves faded into the distance, eventually disappearing into the twilight.

Yang Pingsheng stood there, gazing in the direction Fusu had left, a surge of indescribable emotions welling up within him.

He murmured softly, "This parting is the last time we'll ever see each other."

His gaze was deep, as if piercing through layers of twilight to see the once spirited young master. Fusu, his senior brother, the one who always shouldered heavy responsibilities yet remained gentle and refined.

Yang Pingsheng silently wished, "Senior Brother, may you also find your own happiness."

He sincerely hoped that such a good young man could live a happy life.

-------------

Yang Pingsheng stood in front of the carriage, raised his hand and gently knocked on the door, his voice gentle but with a hint of helplessness: "Let me in."

The car was completely silent, as if even the air had frozen.

After a long while, Ye Buxin's sarcastic voice finally came through, the last syllable drawn out: "Junior brother, take care~"

Yang Pingsheng blinked, a smile playing on his lips: "Take care, really? Then I'm off."

"Heh, then you can leave." Ye Buxin's voice suddenly turned as cold as ice. "I'll go back now and kill Fusu first."

Yang Pingsheng sighed, flicked his fingertips, and spiritual energy, like silk, pierced through the carriage wall, instantly breaking through Ye Buxin's already casual defensive methods.

His figure re-emerged inside the car, sitting steadily beside Ye Buxin, who was resting her chin on her hand, looking out the window, not even giving him a glance.

"It's just saying goodbye," Yang Pingsheng explained softly, his tone tinged with helplessness.

Ye Buxin replied coldly, "I'm just angry."

Yang Pingsheng smiled and reached out to ruffle her hair. "From now on, I won't see him again. Does that make you feel any better?"

Ye Buxin still didn't look at him, only letting out a cold snort: "Is that so? And what about her?"

She waved her hand, and the protective covering on the car window was completely removed, revealing the view outside.

Not far away, a slender figure stood quietly. The mountain wind lifted the hem of her plain white skirt, and the silver bell at the end of her belt, which had long been rusted and dull, now made a soft, muffled sound as it struck her waist.

It's Zhou Jinyu.

The jade hairpin tucked at her temple had a crack as fine as a hair, and the twin lotus flowers carved on the hairpin's head were missing half a petal. Her long, black hair was tangled in the wind, wrapping around the faded red cord around her neck—on which hung the jade pendant he had given her. Her gaze pierced through the twilight, landing directly on the carriage, as if waiting for something.

"Hmm~" Ye Buxin's tone rose slightly, tinged with a hint of teasing, "So, what do you want to do?"

Yang Pingsheng did not answer immediately, but instead asked, "What do you want me to do?"

Ye Buxin curled her lip, her tone impatient: "I can't be bothered with your business. You got yourself into trouble, so clean it up yourself. If you can't clean it up, I'll clean it up for you."

She snorted coldly, a dangerous glint in her eyes: "You don't want the dream to repeat itself, do you?"

It was clearly neither of them who wanted to say it, but Ye Buxin insisted on saying it anyway. Her tone was clearly threatening, yet it also concealed a subtle softness.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of helplessness and doting affection. He gently took her hand and whispered, "Okay, I'll handle it. But you have to promise me you won't bring up the things in my dreams all the time."

Ye Buxin turned her head away and remained silent.

Yang Pingsheng smiled, released her hand, and got out of the car. In the twilight, his figure appeared exceptionally tall and slender. He walked towards Zhou Jinyu, each step seemingly treading on the wrinkles of time.

Ye Buxin sat in the car, looking at his back through the window, a complex light flashing in her eyes, and murmured softly, "Do you think I want to bring this up?"

The wind whipped up fallen leaves, swirling them in the air. Ye Buxin was very unhappy, but she still didn't interfere, giving Yang Pingsheng space to say goodbye.

-------------

The raindrops pattered down, and the world seemed to be shrouded in a gray veil.

Yang Pingsheng stood in front of Zhou Jinyu, his spiritual energy creating an invisible barrier that kept the rain out.

Raindrops pattered on the screen, splashing up tiny droplets like countless shattered stars.

Zhou Jinyu's face was as pale as paper, and the dark circles under her eyes revealed the exhaustion and anxiety of the past few days. Her fingers gripped the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force, as if she were trying her best to restrain something. Her voice trembled slightly, like a candle flame flickering in the wind: "Junior brother... are you leaving?"

Yang Pingsheng nodded, his tone calm but firm: "Yes, we're leaving."

"With her?" Zhou Jinyu's voice was even softer, as if she was afraid to hear the answer, but had no choice but to ask.

“Yes, we will always be together.” Yang Pingsheng answered without the slightest hesitation.

Zhou Jinyu's body swayed violently, as if struck by something heavy, and she staggered back half a step. A trace of pain flashed in her eyes, but she forcibly suppressed it, forcing a bitter smile: "Junior brother, do you understand, Ye Buxin, she..."

“I understand, I understand better than any of you.” Yang Pingsheng interrupted her, his gaze deep as a pool of water. “I’ve already talked to my senior brother. It was precisely because I was considering her danger that I took her away.”

Zhou Jinyu's breathing quickened, the black fire in his eyes almost bursting forth, his voice trembling with despair, nearly on the verge of collapse: "If that's the case, then let her fend for herself, why drag you into this, Junior Brother!?"

Her words came to an abrupt halt, as if she realized she had lost her composure, but her inner stubbornness prevented her from stopping.

What she really wanted to say was—just let Ye Buxin die; once she was dead, everything would be over.

Yang Pingsheng looked at her quietly, his eyes filled with no reproach, only deep helplessness and pity.

He said softly, "Because I love her."

Boom!

A sudden clap of thunder boomed across the sky, as if the heavens and earth trembled at those words. The rain intensified abruptly, pouring down and splashing onto the ground.

Zhou Jinyu's face turned deathly pale instantly, and the black fire in her eyes seemed to be extinguished by rain, leaving only endless emptiness and despair.

Her lips trembled, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

Her body swayed slightly, as if she might fall at any moment, but she stubbornly stood still, refusing to take a single step back.

-------------

Ye Buxin sat inside the carriage, her fingertips lightly tapping the window frame, a slight smirk playing on her lips, revealing a hint of disdain and smugness.

Her gaze fell on the two figures in the distance through the car window. The rain blurred her vision, but it couldn't hide the sharpness in her eyes.

"Hmph!" She snorted softly, her voice so low it was almost inaudible, yet it carried a hint of gritted teeth. "A smooth-talking bastard."

Her fingers unconsciously twisted the hem of her clothes, her fingertips turning slightly white, as if suppressing some emotion. The carriage had originally been filled with her concealment techniques, spiritual energy intertwined to form a net, isolating everything from the outside world. But now, she raised her hand and waved, and those concealment techniques vanished like smoke, revealing the scene outside the carriage.

The sound of rain suddenly became clear, pattering against the car roof like a silent mockery.

Ye Buxin pouted, her tone tinged with dissatisfaction yet also concealing a barely perceptible softness: "That sounds nice..."

Her gaze fell on Yang Pingsheng's back, watching him stand opposite Zhou Jinyu. The rain soaked his shoulders, but it couldn't hide his tall and straight figure.

"Never mind," she murmured to herself, her voice so soft it sounded like a sigh. "Anyway... we'll never see each other again."

-------------

Yang Pingsheng doesn't understand love.

He didn't understand that love is different, nor did he understand the differences between different kinds of love. He only knew that for him, there could only be one love that was most important.

Since he chose Ye Buxin, he cannot choose Zhou Jinyu.

Her stubborn appearance was indeed heartbreaking, but Yang Pingsheng showed no intention of comforting her.

It's better to forget each other in the vast world than to cling together in hardship.

The words of the ancient sages of humanity always hold some truth.

Unlike Zhou Jinyu, who always cared about him, Yang Pingsheng hoped that she could forget him.

Ye Buxin didn't want to see the things in his dreams in reality.

So he didn't move.

The rain fell heavily, but his spiritual energy was like the deep earth, absorbing everything without doing anything else.

-------------

Seeing that Yang Pingsheng remained silent, she stepped forward and said, "Pingsheng, I know that some things might upset you, but I..."

Yang Pingsheng interrupted her, saying, "Senior Sister, there are too many things to do in this world. Now that I'm leaving, you and Second Senior Brother will have to take care of Senior Brother. Please take good care of yourself in the future."

Zhou Jinyu shook her head, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and said, "Pingsheng, this is my last sentence. I want to say, we..."

Ye Buxin's dream flashed through Yang Pingsheng's mind, and he quickly said, "Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."

-------------

For the first time, Yang Pingsheng showed signs of fatigue in front of her.

He moved further away from Zhou Jinyu, speaking resolute words.

-------------

"Senior sister, haven't you heard the saying, 'It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes than to cling together in hardship'?"

-------------

They are ultimately different.

The most important love can only be given to one person. If love can be separated, then what proves that the other person is the most important?

Zhou Jinyu said anxiously, "Pingsheng, I don't need your love, I just... I just..."

"Alright, Senior Sister." Yang Pingsheng interrupted her, looking at her trembling eyes, and took a slight step back.

Then he solemnly bowed to his senior sister.

"Senior sister, take care."

There were no further words.

There were no more superfluous emotions.

This time, Zhou Jinyu finally understood that Yang Pingsheng was determined to leave. For Ye Buxin's sake, he was resolved to give up everything—his future, his career, his ambitions...

Zhou Jinyu's eyes became incredibly sorrowful as she looked at Yang Pingsheng, who was bowing, and clenched her fists.

She asked, "Since you are so heartless, why have you never dared to look at me in your life?"

Yang Pingsheng did not answer, but turned and walked towards the carriage.

Yes, why doesn't he dare to look at her?

She was the best person in the world, the best senior sister in his heart, but this last time, he didn't even dare to look at her?

Zhou Jinyu's voice echoed behind him: "Junior brother, I don't blame you for making this decision, but I still want to finish what I have to say. I live for you, and you will always be the most important person in my heart. If one day you are willing to come to me again, I will always be here."

"Junior brother, I'll always be here!"

-------------